You are high as a fucking kite off of amphetamines and flying down the highway at 125 miles per hour. There's a severed head in the trunk and it's screaming and chanting in proto-Uralic and you tried killing yourself an hour ago and three bullets to the head later you are feeling god damn fine.
- The Driver - High on amphetamines. Loaded revolver, minus three bullets
- Passenger's Seat - Bullet wound to the abdomen. Bleeding has slowed, replaced with amber colored pus.
- Back Seat 1 - Hurriedly typing on a laptop with a cracked screen.
- Back Seat 2 - Loading teeth into something not entirely unlike a lobster.
Some godforsaken hut in the middle of godforsaken nowhere. Something there can help you.
God this fucking thing is going to fall apart. You've pushed it too hard. The collision didn't help.
Gojira's Mouth of Kala.
Lights in the sky. Blue-white, pulsing.
|TLN knows what's up|